Big Brother 11

So Nice They Named Us One Twice!
(Does nice now mean idiotic?)

Okay, fine, I admit it to the public for the first time ever. I. AM. OBSESSED. WITH. BIG. BROTHER. God, it feels so good to finally say that out loud! I know what Edward must have felt like when he told Bella he was a vamp. I know what Dexter must have felt like when he told his psychologist that he was a psychopathic killer.

Wait...no, I don't. Actually, now that I have said it out loud and admitted it to the whole word (or the 18 people who read this blog) I am sort of embarrassed. But not as embarrassed as I would be to admit that I watch Big Brother After Dark for 3 hours each night on show time...or the fact that I read spoilers online from two websites, or the fact that I also just started watching the live feed...and defiantly not as embarrassed as I would be if I told the whole world that I sort of think of the house guests as my roommates...oh...shit...

Anyways, for those of you that scoff, just watch the show and I guarantee that you will become just as addicted. This season sort of blows though so you might want to hold off until next summer, unless you are one of those reality TV junkies who loves to watch a train wreck each week! (Which would basically be anyone that likes reality TV, so just watch it and stay a closet lover until you can find a peer group that loves it as well!)

But really, I decided that this season was so out of control stupid that I couldn't really consider myself a true person if I didn't write about it at least once. So here are my gripes:

1. Why did they pick the worlds DUMBEST people in the majority of this house? Usually the dumb ones are outnumbered making it possible for the "good guys" to win...not so this year.

2. Why oh WHY Big Brother did you bring back Jessie? More importantly why did you GIVE HIM POWER?! Were the producers of Big Brother not in class when the covered people like Jessie in History? It is a proven fact that those who think they are the best and are in power ONLY LEAD TO TROUBLE AND MISERY! (And yes, I do think that Jessie has a touch of Napoleon complex despite his "22's") Big Brother...when you brought back Jessie last year in a gorilla suit, THAT was his second chance! In no way, shape or form does Jessie deserve to win, and populating the house with idiots to follow him towards the water...not helping!

3. Why did you bring in the FEMALE JESSIE!? I mean, was one not enough? You really needed Natalie?! She is by far the dumbest player in BB history. I mean, 18?! Who in their right mind would want to give an 18 year old $500,000?! (besides Jessie, who loves her, because she is him...in female form. Marinate on that one for a bit...let it sink in...yep it's gross!) Especially a DUMB 18 year old?! By far the dumbest reality show lie EVER!

4. Ronnie. I really could leave it at that, since the sheer existence of Ronnie on my television set is enough to send me into a fit of fury. I mean really how many dork references does he have to make? Ronnie, we get it.
You are a gamer.
You like Star Wars.
You won a national title in debate.
You are smart.
You were placed on the brains team.
WE SEE THIS...WE KNOW YOU ARE A DORK NO NEED TO DRIVE IT HOME WITH YOUR DORK T-SHIRTS AND YOUR CONSTANT STAR WARS REFERENCES!

5. Last but not least (well not really last I have a zillion more problems with this season.) Lydia. Big Brother, do you really think it is fair to place an unstable individual just looking for acceptance and love into the "off-beat" click? Do you really think it is responsible to then place said girl in the house with a manipulative guy that shows her just enough attention to get what he wants but gives her nothing in return? Do you really think it is fair to put me through the stress of having to watch Lydia fall for said idiot (Jessie) and make a fool of herself? Your only saving grace right now is during her lows when she realizes that Jessie is an idiot, but they don't last long enough for you to really think that this is fair to put her through this, do you? I mean...Natalie was one thing, it was enduring to see her fall for Matty in season 9 even though he was terrified of her and thwarted her every move, but at least he wasn't using her! This is just irresponsible, and Julie Chen, I think you need to put a stop to it. None of this "baiting" anymore. Stop asking Nat and Lydia if they are falling for Jessie you are only enabling them all!

Regardless of how much the show is pissing me off, which clearly makes for good TV as I have gone to much greater lengths to find out about what is going on with the house guests this year, I still love it. Which brings me to my point.

PLEASE VOTE FOR JEFF TO GET THE COUP D'ETAT NO ONE ELSE WILL USE THEIR BRAIN IF THEY HAVE IT! Even if you don't watch the show, just click here and vote for Jeff. Be warned though, if you vote for Jessie, I will be forced to hunt you down and I will make sure that you have to look at this picture of Jessie each and every day of your life from this moment forward! (that image is going to burn into your brain folks!)

Side note: Why do they keep chosing people who would make awesome TV and then place with them people who are too dumb to realize what jems they are? We lost Brian in the first eviction last year and this year we lost Braden? These two would have been reality show gold.

His name is Braden, he is in the Green Chair. Thank You. Let's have a pool party!

Andrew Sullivan: The Daily Dish

In case you have never heard of The Daily Dish check it out. Each day he puts up a Mental Health Break which can vary from interesting information, funny clips, cool clips, etc. The Mental Health Break today hit close to home for me. This is a video of the Whale Sharks, Mantarays and other fish in the world's second largest aquarium tanks in the world, the largest? In Georgia. The very same Georgia Aquarium that I was just at, solely because it is the only place in the world besides this aquarium that actually has Whale Sharks at all! Check it out, it is totally worth it.

Kuroshio Sea - 2nd largest aquarium tank in the world - (song is Please don't go by Barcelona) from Jon Rawlinson on Vimeo.

Banana Bread

I'm going to try to make banana bread for the first time today. Let's see how it goes. I have been cooking a lot lately. Last week I made basil pesto sauce, this did not turn out well. A lot of things went wrong. First I read the wrong recipe, next I added too much cheese and not enough basil. After I flopped I decided that I needed to simply start over. Too bad my basil plant now looked like this:
Well, what can you do? That's what basil plants are for right? Using them to cook and then having them grow back? Next time I am making sure that I do not strip my plant therefore rendering it useless to me for the next couple of weeks! I don't have a banana tree so I should be okay with the banana bread...

Fruit at the Bottom

I am not a Fruit at the Bottom kind of girl. I guess I am not really a fruit girl at all. I like apples, but only when they come in a vacuumed packed bag and are pre-sliced. I like bananas, but only when they come in the form of banana bread, a pina colada, or a banana daiquiri. [Which, yes, I have been making a lot of lately (recipe underneath)] But on a whole, I am not a fan of "fruit fruit" (or maybe grown-up fruit).

That's why when I decide to eat healthy and eat yogurt for breakfast (albeit, I do add super-fattening granola, but whatever, it's still healthier than a egg and cheese) I don't want "fruit fruit" to come into the mix. If I wanted fruit for breakfast I would have just eaten fruit cocktail, but I didn't I ate yogurt and that's all I really want to find in my wonderful single serve plastic cup! The fruit at the bottom isn't a happy surprise for me. When I am done with my yogurt that was fruit flavored I don't think to myself wow, you know what I could really go for now? Some dehydrated soggy fruit!

If you are like me and you like to be able to control your intake of fruit and be able to control whether you want "kid approved fruit" as opposed to real people fruit don't even bother looking for yogurt that doesn't have the surprise fruit at the bottom. Why? Because even when you waste 30 minutes looking for a little plastic cup that does not say "Fruit at the Bottom!" you open the delightful little package and guess what's in there? FRUIT AT THE BOTTOM. SOGGY. GROSS. FRUIT AT THE BOTTOM!

I know that I am a little bit like a 5 year old with my intake of fruit (vegetables I am okay with, I love spinach, broccoli, peppers, tomatoes (okay technically a fruit) and so on) but I want to honestly find the one person who really likes the fruit at the bottom of their yogurt. It's slimy and gross and can't really be "real" fruit. So I'll keep pushing my fruit to the side, pulling it out of the cup completely and avoiding it at all cost...Your job? Find me someone who enjoys the Fruit at the Bottom!

Banana Daiquiri Recipe (Makes two)

1 lime
2 Tbs of Sugar
4 Jiggers of Light Rum (Use coconut rum to make it more beachy. 4 Jiggers=6 Oz)
2 C finely cracked ice
1 ripe banana

Put the juice of 1 lime, 2 tablespoons of sugar, 4 jiggers of rum, and 2 cups of ice into the container of a blender. Add 1 ripe banana (sliced), and blend the mixture for 15 seconds, or until smooth. (or until frothy. If you hear ice falling into the cup put it back in and blend it again. Once you see the froth you know you are good to go) Strain the banana daiquiri into chilled cocktail glasses.

It Was a Tsunami: A.K.A: The time the Groupers caused an island wide blackout

After my stellar experience with the famous Blackout of 2003, I thought it only fair to share my experiences with the Blackout of 2009.  This blackout was much less well known, but much worse if you ask me.  Why? Because it occurred while I was on vacation.  I already alluded to the blackout adventure in Aruba this summer, so I figured I might as well share the rest of the story for your reading enjoyment.  Although not as well known, this blackout was just as dramatic and entertaining if not more.  

I guess I should start at the beginning where all stories start.  Many things occurred that, for lack of a better word, were extremely strange while in Aruba.  We checked into one of the world's most beautiful hotels and were immediately offered cold towels for our hands and champagne, now this, I could get used to, we all know how much I LOVE champagne.  We were told that our room would be on the third floor, but if we wanted to wait we could have a room on a higher floor, of course we would have to wait at least four hours for the room.  This was something that we weren't so excited about since we were ready to hit the beach.  We checked the room out, it was fine and had a partial ocean view and the room itself was beautiful.  We decided, why wait?  Lets get to the beach and start this vacation.  However, when we started getting ready for the beach my gift for observance really became more of a curse.  After we called down for more towels, foam pillows, and a fridge I started the observations.  I noticed  that one of the lights in the room was out, so another call down to the front desk was made for a new bulb.  While we waited for our necessary things to arrive we started getting beach ready...until I noticed what seemed to be either ketchup or sangre...that's blood in Spanish ladies and gentlemen.  (I learned a lot of Spanish in Aruba despite the fact that Spanish is not the native language on the island.)  Now when I say maybe ketchup I really mean, it was blood not ketchup.  Feeling a bit woozy from my discovery I went over to the balcony to get some fresh air...and noticed that the door handle was SEVER LY broken!  Needless to say by the time the fridge arrived the front desk had told us we were going to get a new room.  The front desk now hates us.  

Beach Time Weird Moment:  A dog with a collar and no tags comes to hang out with us.  Not only does it just saunter up, check us out and look for food, instead he decides to lay down and chill for a long time.  Weird for most people, not too much for me...dogs always seem to gravitate towards me, which is okay because I gravitate towards dogs as well.

Dinner Time Weird Moment:  We go to Pelican Pier (my favorite restaurant) and we are seated 3 feet from the

 ocean...not the sand...the ocean...no railings.  As I mentioned before, a kid decided to fish off the pier about two feet from where I was eating causing my blood pressure to rise as I feared that the hook would eventually get stuck somewhere in my head or worse...in my food.  I didn't get hooked, but 3 fish did, that kid was a good fisherman.  

Day 2 at the Beach Weird Moment:  We see a raft full of people

 rowing towards the shore.  This is not a para sailing boat or a banana boat, this is a straight up life raft, WHAT is going on here?  For the first time ever I go out in the ocean really far.  I am fascinated by sharks, unfortunately I also harbor an irrational fear that I will meet my demise by the mouth of a shark.  I went out really far...on a float...the next best way besides a surfboard to make a shark think you are its prey.  I floated towards a woman, was told to "WATCH OUT!"  The woman freaked out and let me know she thought I was a shark...I thought she was a shark...how ironic.

Dinner Day 2 Weird Moment:  This is where it all comes to a head.  This is where the blackout comes into play.  We go to one of the "best restaurants" in Aruba without reservations, Madame Jeannette.  The hotel tells us not to worry that we will get a table, the locals laugh in our face...this might not turn out well.  As it turns out the gods of luck were tired of laughing at us and we were shown to a table immediately.  The table sucked.  We moved outside.  It started raining.  We moved inside.  The gods of luck did this, those laughing bastards!  The food comes and this is when I have the largest piece of Grouper that I think ever existed, for those of you that read "The Aruba Grouper Mafia" this shouldn't surprise you as much as it did me.  Just when I take my last bite, the lights flicker, then come back one, then flicker, then come back on, then go out.  Our waiter tells us that sometimes this happens, but the lights always come back on.  The lights don't come back on.  Wait, there's a light, it's bright, where is it coming from?  Oh that guy at the table next to us has a flashlight, no wait it's a head lamp...no, wait, it's a hat, a hat with a flashlight attached.  I mean really, my dad is Mr. Prepared and my friend Jen I commonly refer to as Mary Poppins, but this guy totally outdid both of them.  

Now, knowing that my dad is Mr. Prepared it will come as no shock that before we left for our trip my dad said, "Hey, why don't you take a flashlight?"  We asked why and he responded by saying, "I mean, what if there was a blackout in the hotel, this could come in handy."  I now think my dad was in cahoots with the Grouper Mafia.  So, eventually we find out that the power is out on the entire island due to the fact that lightening hit the main transformer on the island.  This is an island that is far away from everything, well everything except Venezuela and I am not a fan of Hugo Chavez so I'm thinking he isn't coming to the prince charming rescue, the power is clearly going to be out for a while.  In the meantime the skies have now opened up and there is what the people at the table next to us (with flashlight hat) describe as a Tsunami.  Apparently these people aren't vocab people...no we soon find out they are Florida people, Florida people who love BJs Wholesale.  Florida people who apparently must have their passover dinner in the dark as the blackout has caused them to start reciting the four questions in Hebrew.  It's a monsoon lady, a monsoon!

At this point I am laughing so hard that I have to use to restroom, in part to control my laughter, in another part to check out what the situation is with getting out of here.  Oh, I forgot to mention something interesting about Madame Jeannette, they sort of operate like a cruise ship with two seatings, one at 6pm and another at 9pm.  Just as the power goes out the 6pm diners are just finishing up and all of the 9pm diners have shown up for dinner, so now there are a zillion people in a restaurant with no power (which hasn't stopped the waiters from serving mind you, it was impressive to say the least) who are going to need to find a way out.  What else do I find out on the way to the bathroom?  Two feet of water has now pooled in the parking lot and no one can get out of the restaurant.  I have flip flops on and a dress, I am ready to wade it.  We sit there for a while longer until finally the manager comes over and tells us he has a car waiting for us.  We walk to the door and he has rigged the exit so that it is "walkable" and we don't have to wade our way out, however, we do have to climb onto a table, hop to another 3 tables, jump down onto a bench, jump down onto a large stone and then get into what appears to be a waiter's car.  (When I say appears to be, I mean I am 99.9 percent sure, he has a name tag on and wears the same uniform as the rest of the waiters, also he has a CD blasting music so clearly he is not your typical cab driver.)

We get back to the hotel and there is...drum roll please...no power!  Except characteristically the casino is lit up like Christmas.  The security guards in the hotel hand out glow sticks when we enter and let us know that the elevators work, there are lights in the hallway, but there are no lights in the rooms and the toilets don't flush.  Oh great, I am so glad that I decided to drink two soda waters at the restaurant, this is not going to end well, I can already tell!  After gambling for two seconds and then realizing that the AC is not working and a casino is no fun without ventilation and sitting in the lobby listening to high school kids fight about one thing or another, possibly how one guy killed another guys chances with a girl, but in reality it was probably due to the fact that he was with his parents that killed his chances, we decided to just go up to the room and go to sleep.  

The wait wasn't long, three hours without power.  At around 12:30am the lights in our room came back on and I was nominated to shut the lights out even though I had just fallen asleep.  All in all, it was an adventure and believe it or not, it probably made the night even better!

The Day the City Went Dark...A.K.A.: The Day I Caused the Blackout of 2003

I was lucky enough not to be stuck in a high-rise building in NYC in 2003 during the infamous black out.  I had the day off and I was doing my 'Cuse education proud by life guarding that day.  The 80 year old woman who bathed nude (I shit you not, this happened every three days and I happened to be the lucky "senior" guard on duty that always had to tell her to put her top back on...kicker...she spoke VERY little English.  That means this conversation always went on uncomfortably long while my gaze stayed focused on her eyes and my abs ached from holding in the nervous laughter)  had just finished her laps and I felt as though the pool needed a good sanitizing so I had turned the chlorinator all the way up.  Then it happened, I heard it so clearly.  It is amazing how loud the sound of silence really is when you are used to the hum of mechanical noises all day long.  There was a thud and then deafening silence.  OH CRAP!  I thought to myself, Did I seriously just overload the pool's power?  I was then told that it wasn't just the pool area, but the entire condominium complex that I worked in.  OH NO!  Paul is going to kill me, I totally just blew the power in the entire complex!

Paul was my boss, and I was terrified of him, why you ask?  Well it's simple enough, I had worked at this complex for an entire summer and had never seen Paul face to face, however, I shared many phone calls with him, usually at least two a day.  My first phone call with Paul was when he called to offer me my job.  After NEVER meeting me, he called at 5:00am.  Who calls a normal person at 5:00am let alone a college student?  We talked for a bit, he outlined what my responsibilities would be, how I would get my key, uniform, and schedule.  (Not from him, because he was an invisible entity as far as I am concerned)  Then he said, in a thick Irish accent, "So Beth, what da ya think?  Do ya want tha job?"  Of course, seeing as it was now 5:10am I answered incorrectly and said, "Can I call you back later today once I find out if those hours will work for me?"   Now, I know this sounds rude, but what you have to understand is that I had an internship at a Soap Opera that summer  as well and I needed to talk to my boss to make sure that my hours at the pool with work with my hours there. 

Then Paul barked at me (the first of many times I wold experience this), "What da ya mean ya need to think abou' it?  It's yes or no, do ya want the job or not?"  As I said before, I had an internship and I needed more money coming in so I cracked under the pressure and accepted the job not worrying about the more important hours that I would need to fill.  I would work it out with the head guard it would all be okay.  

Now, remember  I never met Paul, but boy that guy have long arms.  The very sound of the guard phone ringing was enough to send me into cold sweats that summer, I was petrified of Paul and I did my job extremely well because of it.  He would periodically "threaten"  (read:  say he would come down to visit, but he was scary so it seemed like a threat) to come down to the pool, which would send my anxiety level into super drive as well as my productivity.  Let's just say that the PH levels were checked more that summer than probably ever were in the entire existence of the pool, the chairs were straighter than need be, and there was absolutely NO horseplay while I was on duty.  Unfortunately "the reach" was never strong enough to get me to kill the hornets that resided in the men's bathroom, this resulted in my other fear that summer.  In case you didn't know, a hornet NEVER stops chasing you.

But I digress, I was positive that I had overloaded the power and knocked out every one's power that lived there, which would not only piss them off, but would also send them all packing for the pool when their ACs went down.  I was very soon going to have a packed pool and a power problem that I wasn't sure how to fix.  I'd probably have to call Paul.  The cold sweats set in, then the guard phone started ringing.  I saw double the entire way to the phone worried about what wrath was about to be laid down on me.  It wasn't Paul, it was my mom.  A wave of relief passed over me as I started to tell her all about what I had done, "MomrememberwhenItoldyouthattherewasalady... thatbathednakedatthepool?  ShewashereandIturnedupthchlorinetosanatizethepool...

andIknockedoutthepowerintheentirecomplex!!!!!"  My mom told me to calm down and told me it was the entire North East.  "WHAT?!  I BLEW OUT THE ENTIRE NORTH EAST?!  Paul is REALLY GOING TO KILL ME!!!!"  I was so terrified of my boss that I actually thought that this could be a possibility!  Then I took a deep breath and realized how ridiculous this was, of course I didn't do that, that would be insane...  Not because blowing out the entire North East was totally asinine but if I had I would definitely already have been fired, Paul knew these things, he didn't need to come down here to check them out, he just knew.  My mom informed me that people thought it was a terrorist attack (side note:  It was sad that we all immediately went to that assumption, but that was life in NY post 9/11) and that I had to come home before it got too dark and it became too dangerous to drive with no street lights.  My immediate thought, NO!  I don't want to call Paul and tell him that we have to close the pool...because I DON'T WANT TO CALL PAUL!  

I called Paul.  He yelled at me. "Beth, ya can't close tha pool, people are goin' ta want ta come ta tha pool when thar AC is out."  I took a deep breath and stood my ground.  

"Paul, they suspect that this is a terrorist attack, I hardly doubt anyone is thinking about going swimming, further more I live twenty minutes from here and I need to take a major highway home, I am really not comfortable driving home that far with no lights. "  The highway was dangerous to begin with and Paul agreed with my logic so I shut the pool and went home.  

By the time I got home it was a well known fact that this was not a terrorist attack, however, there were still hundreds of people stuck in the city, one of them being my dad and there was still no power coming back anytime soon.  We called my dad half a zillion times and found out that he would end up hanging out in his friends building lobby/garden for hours (ironically, his friend was already back in the suburbs and wasn't staying in his city apartment), he refused to go to a hotel because it was an adventure and everyone around him was experiencing the same thing.  I am assuming this was my mom's idea of personal hell, but my dad's idea of slightly roughing it.  My idea of personal hell?  The phone conversation I would inevitably have to endure with Paul when I got back to work, on the positive side, I didn't have to go back for four days and there was a possibility that the appearance of the nudist during the male guards shift would have him forget all about me closing the pool during the blackout of 2003!

The Aruba Grouper Mafia

While in Aruba I ate Fish for every single meal…except two.  I’m not kidding, I probably glow at night right now due to all the mercury in my bloodstream!  But what was I supposed to do?  I love fish and here I am on an Island with some of the best fresh fish that there is to offer.  (When I say fresh I mean straight out of the water and onto the grill.  At one restaurant if you drank a bit too much and got tipsy…you were going to tip right over into the water.  Aruba, apparently, has not heard of railings ladies and gentlemen, nor do they think it is particularly odd to have a 13 year old fishing off the very same dock that you are eating at while his parents eat dinner 5 feet away.)

So fish it was, for each lunch and dinner (Hey when in Aruba, right?).  The main island delight is Grouper; apparently Aruba has a great market of Grouper so you have to eat it at least once if you are there.  I ate it three times. (Twice as a dish, once as a sandwich!)  So I ate Grouper happily, Mahi Mahi when I tired of the Grouper, and then Grouper when I tired of the Mahi Mahi.  This was some of the best fish I have ever eaten. 

Now I know some of you who know me must be asking yourself, “But Beth, you love fish and the ocean so much and you have a wealth of useless information about the safety of our oceans, how on earth can you eat so much fish?”  Not to mention the worry about me never being able to have a child due to the high levels of mercury in my system.  Don’t worry your pretty little heads, I am a very responsible fish eater and I only consume fish, which are not endangered.  (No shark fin soup for me...(you know who I am talking to, ahem, ahem!))

After my fish binge and on my way back into the states we made a pit stop in HOT-lanta …to join all the other small children at the Georgia Aquarium.  The food court immediately disenchanted me as they served fish, which I found to be a bit too close for comfort.  (Nor was I particularly comfortable with the Legal Seafood boasting the freshest fish in Atlanta which was right across the street…Atlanta is land-locked, are you getting those fish so fresh because you are sticking your fishing polls into the various exhibits?!)  The aquarium was amazing, more than I ever could have asked for, although for some reason I had a hard time believing that this was the biggest aquarium in the world, basically because it looked so small to me.  This might be due in part to the fact that I was a lot smaller the last time I was at an aquarium.  (The Shark Reef in Vegas when I was 21 is not counted here). 

However, this was also where the most disturbing thing happened to me ever, although I will admit had I actually done the “dive” with “gentle giants” this might have freaked me out more, but I digress.  HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A GROUPER IN REAL LIFE?!  Like other than on a plate?!  OH MY GOD!  I now know why the piece is always so f-ing huge!  GROUPERS ARE INSANLY BIG!  I will say this, if I met a grouper in the ocean, I would swim so fast that I would actually propel myself on TOP of the water making people think I was able to walk on water like Jesus!  These things are TERRIFYING.  Not only are they gi-normous, but they are clearly the Tony Sopranos of the ocean!  They are not only extremely large and in charge, but they also look mean as hell.  Oh and side note, if you are thinking, it’s just a fish Beth, you own a fish, how could you be so scared?  Well, the guy at the aquarium let us know they will and DO eat fish in their exhibit.  He didn’t say that about the SHARKS!  But he said it about the Groupers.  

Tell me honestly, these guys don’t look like they are about to follow through on a hit.  I had nightmares that night and the entire plane ride home that the fish was coming for me.  Not to mention the fact that these two came out of nowhere and then stayed in front of me staring the entire time I was there.  They prevented me from getting a good shot of the Whale Shark and the Manta Ray.  Which are both huge.  Really Huge.  And the Grouper BLOCKED THE SHOT.  Then as mysteriously as they appeared out of the dark, as soon as I walked away, they disappeared back into the blue abyss.  So in conclusion, I am laying off the Grouper for a while, and I am not seeking out any fish I have eaten before ever again.  

Sidenote:  In part I blame the Grouper for the power outage that overtook the entire island one night, they claim it was lightening that hit a transformer, I think the Aruba Grouper carried it out.  I was eating the world's largest piece of Grouper at the time and as soon as I went in for my last bite, BAM the lights went down...on the ENTIRE ISLAND.  That's the last time I ever mess with the local mob boss in the ocean!